The Pink Apocalypse Unfolds, The moon hung like a bruised lantern, bathing Tokyo in a sickly pink glow. A cool breeze died as if the night itself held its breath. On a skyscraper in Terma village, a masked figure stood motionless, draped in tattered black silk. He bit into a fruit whose juice looked like arterial spray, and his fingers sketched a silent symbol.
"Release," he whispered.
The world answered. An infinite tsunami unfurled—not water, but a suffocating haze. The sky turned the color of cotton candy gone bad, choked by swirling pink dues that swallowed streets whole. Across the city, Jyotu soccerers felt their Cosmo energy writhe like trapped birds.
Enzo Ikiemoto shot out of his bed, standing barefoot on cold stone outside his quarters. Panic crawled his spine. "Can't be…" His bald head beaded sweat as he clenched gantleted fists.
"It's him how is this possible.?"
Chun-yin burst from the doorway, her hanfu rumpled.
"Master, who?"
"Miryo Inojin," Enzo rasped, wrinkles cutting deep. "The one we thought died in the Great Battle in Japan years back. If he's stirring, God help us all ."
Chun-yin's breath hitched. hearing the name" What…how is it possible, he sopposed to be Dead? The Black Pool's architect…he's alive?"
Enzo's jaw tightened." Alert Kojou. Gather the five strongest. Even if chi fails. Miryo doesn't play—he rewrites." Miryo is explicitly the Black Pool's architect, tying him to danzo's murder and the looming war. Enzo's fear confirms this isn't a random attack. it's an arts,'
In Shinjuku, Hajime Sadori halted mid-stride, groceries tumbling from his bag. He clenched his phone, manda's smile frozen on the screen. when he felt his body begins to react.
"Something's wrong.?"
His pulse thundered. The pink moon seemed to pulse too, veins of clouds throbbing. A stench of distant fire crept into his nostrils. Danger roared from Terma. He dropped the bag of groceries and sprinted back, the name _Hanabi screaming in his mind.
The Slaughtered Village.
Hanabi clan's streets reeked of butchery. Samurai lay hacked, houses burning low. as civilians body Paints the street, Sadori landed hard, scanning frantic. calling his lover name in the hope of seeing her.
"Hanabi-chan?!"
he saw A stranger sobbing, clutching a corpse, her face a map of terror. Bloods painted the cobblestones like a mad painter's tantrum. Screams echoed.
He vaulted ontop a roof. And saw a huge hulking lust demon stalkind a child, this creature has no eyes, corded with muscles, beads rattling like a dark rosary. The girl crawled, one of her leg was shattered. during the moment she tried to run and got hits by a helfty vilager leaving on the floor crying,,
"Shit." what should I do!?" thought he has never won in combat during his amateur day's in school,, he's knoed as the school looser, now this is real life real threats,,real danger, if anything happens to the girl, it's will haunt him forever." but he has to do something he can't just stand idle by and watched the Little girl suffered, Sadori dropped down from the roof chi energy swhrilng around fists."Why Did kill them?" he roared, striking the monster's jaw.The blow stalled. the skin was extremely tough."
"what..!?
The beast laughed and strike back, landing a successful hits on Sadori jawline, his granite-hard skin absorbing the hit. Sadori flew back, crashing into wreckages. His jaw split like rotten fruit splashing bloods gushed ours, a grawling hole showing his jagged teeth's. His left hand hung by threads, pain a living thing.
"What are you?" he growled standing up from the debris, rage blinding him.— Injury shows Sadori's limits. Connects to his protectiveness. he told the little girl to get away that's he will hold the best of." sadori is someone who doesn not have regards of his own life, he always put his life on the line for others, The Abyss Whispers, sadori went for the second strike this time aiming for it's torso, the Beast slammed his fist against sadori coming fiste, sending chards of bloods mix with broken particles scattering all over the place, the force was so powerful it's even sent sadori crashing backwards, yanked him into a buldings,
Footsteps thudded closer. Sadori sloped down against the wall, with a broken hand a crimson halo pooling around him. Stumps of hands, vision flickering. he slumped down with his back on the walls, paint by his own bloods,
"Am I…done?" he thought to himself as he could no longer fell his right hand,
A dark realm swallowed him. Cold sands underfoot, no stars. A silhouette coalesced—a horned shadow, voice like crumbling bones, "Hajime Sadori. Vessel of the red Dragon…the last ember flickers. Save them…or burn with us."
The vision vanished. The monster charged, fists like trip hammers launched forward. Sadori's mortality sharpens. The Inferno Stirs, Sadori's training screamed: Emotion fuels Chi energy. Channel anger. Tears mixed with crimson. He hauled himself upright, bones scraping like broken cages. he stood up gnashing his teeth to the fullest, he's ready to take this out, even if it's kills him.
even if I can't win against this thing" I'll drag you to hell with me." he said steam's enrupting from his sorrundings
" Blood on the ground surged, mingling with mud, boiling like a wretched stew. The air reeked. The beast leapt into the air going for the kill, armlengths away, Sadori's half-healed fist formed a skeletal fist wrapped in fir andshot forward.his lengs sink into the ground to withstand the brute Force, as Both Fists clashed. The scream was his. Light blinded. waves of energies scattering through the whole place, a spectacle of bomb's collides, an explosion range through terma village, the Mishima clan was plugged into ruin's, leaving smokes and burning flames all over the place
The monster flew away, shattering through buildings. and finally settled, Sadori's legs rooted the earth, steam hissing from his charred skin. His blazing eyes locked on the carnage: falling on half knees
"I won't die." he whispered through grasped breath,